Week two of lockdown.
I made the mistake of looking at social media this morning – full of Jeremiahs quoting doom-ridden stats. I’m not sure of the origin of what was being quoted and am realistic about the situation but what I need to get me through the next few weeks is hope …..and gardening.
So I planted some peas. A few sticks, a packet of Kelvedon Wonder, some homespun bird scarers fashioned from old CDs and string. The soil was well-worked so I used a hoe to create a shallow drill, sprinkled in the peas, covered them over, created a frame for them to scramble up et voila!. This is a perfect activity to do with your children. Mine are past the excitement of gardening but no doubt it will return to them in a few years – as indeed it did with me when we rented our first house and all those years of experience on the allotment with my dad kicked in.
The sweet peas have popped up nearby and the harbingers of high spring – tulips, daffodils, cowslips, primroses, herbs have put in an appearance too.
I’d rather idle away an hour in the garden than on social media.
I have a yearning for wild garlic pesto and I know just the place to find some within a stone’s throw of home. That’s tomorrow’s job.